My Letter To Santa!

 Dear Santa!

It's another year 

and they say 

you're coming with some  gifts and much needed cheer. 

However, 

based on your history, 

some would disagree 

for we've seen some discrepancies in the past. 

We've now entered the season 

that is suppose to offer so much joy, 

yet 

for some 

it's to only end up with not even a toy. 

As we sit in crowded rooms 

with the hope of engaging with friends of old, 

to simply sit in a crowded room alone. 

Tapping our feet to some of the greatest tunes 

from way back when, 

as the clock slowly ticks and ticks by 

as we say to ourselves "I'll be leaving soon". 

The excitement of those familiar voices in the distance, 

we can hear them moving towards us, 

closer then closer 

and eventually passing beyond our ears reach. 

Something you never get use to, 

but we adjust to 

for that's the lesson life continues to teach. 

Seeing with a broken view 

a constant flow of sounds, streams and streets of lights 

that light up the nights sky. 

Yet 

the light of those ole eyes keep passing and passing us by. 

That gleam in their eyes 

as we we see each other at first glance.

Seem to be missing an important component 

that comes with that holiday welcome stance.

The unraveling  of paper 

as we wait with anticipation of whether 

they even like what they received. 

Seeing the visual gift of seeing those 

silent gestures, expressions and body language 

are the simple gifts we no longer have the pleasure to receive. 

Those smiles that light up our hearts. 

The joy that comes from every scream of expectation 

of what is inside each gift, 

we can only use our imagination of what that looks like. 

The shimmer from decorations from ceiling to floor 

only come to life when the chime of bells ring 

or someone insists on bringing you to the mistletoe. 

Filling trays of baked cookies and pouring a glass of milk 

to say thank you for what we anticipated that you'll bring 

just to wake another year and of course come short once again.

So Dear Santa, don't leave any unwanted treats for us this coming year 

But more compassion, love, empathy for others as human beings. To cherish time, space and energy of all those we hold near.

Not focusing on limitations or inabilities, looking beyond our differences to embrace our similarities the more. 

Let us be blessed with the gift of observation to see those often overlooked during the holiday season 

Who live next door to us, across the street and around the corner

For this gives this sesson real purpose and meaning. As we look beyond the gifts we have no more Santa

or you'll be banned from the next season this time next year Santa dear.
~Author C Wells 

Run No More!

 No matter how far and how fast you run, you can never run away from God's reach. Grateful for the opportunity to minister in dance again.

#Worshipper

#Dancer

#Blindness 

#BlindDancer

#Awareness

#PraiseDance

First Steps!

  Life is about expanding, experiencing and extending yourself beyond limited thinking.  Success is not defined by the accomplishing,  But acquiring the necessary skills and confidence to keep going. Today is about experiencing new things, new territories and new terrain. Thank you Lord for the confidence to take those first steps.

The Journey!

  With any new journey there are lessons to be learned and assign it to be fulfilled.  They say the journey of a 1000 miles begins with a very 1st step step. Choose today to take positive steps forward That will inspire, motivate and encourage you to continue on your journey.

Self Awareness

 Recognizing that your worth begins and ends with you is the first priority. 

Hope for tomorrow!

 The hardest part of letting go, is that the heart and mind are never on the same page. Everyday you wake up with the same prayer " God help me to release the things that ai can't control." The reality is that there are no script or pre-planned itenirary to guide you through those steps. You have to put your trust and hope in someone greater than yourself if you want to succeed. Thank you Lord for being that hope and security even when I didn't see my way out.

The Dream Continues

Like the call upon the wind to cease while sounding, “Peace! Be still!,” we can hear the voices so clear of our ancestors who came before us. The cries of oppression and injustice from those who came before us that fill the morning’s crisp air rest still upon the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, as we stand together collectively in brotherhood and in solidarity, searching for the pursuit of happiness promised to us by birthright.

Yet, with discipline and dignity, we hold fast and true to the hope of change, as we fight non-violently to be free Americans, clinging to the truths that are called “self-evident,” that all men are equal. All this while viewing the evidence of the actions of so many that let us know we are still waiting for true equality of life, liberty and the rights that come with that pursuit. 

Nearly sixty years later and we’re still seeking the privilege of the rights we sought, marched, protested, and endured so much for. No matter how far we have come, we still have so much farther to go. It is an astonishing realization that we are still waiting for the promise of the dream. We are still facing immeasurable challenges that keep us from achieving the dream.

When is the time? At what season will the tables turn? When does the fierce urgency become now? When will the dream no longer be a dream, but the reality in which we live? How long do we continue to stand in the shadows waiting for change to come, hoping leaders will make decisions that are based on a shared concept of good will for all people?

Standing on the shoulders of those who came before us, holding onto their hope for a better tomorrow, now our hope for our own children, we are still watching brutal injustices on city streets. Blatant disregard for human life viewed on news feeds is a daily occurrence. We see the handiwork of discrimination and bias in the verdicts that are played out in courtrooms — like a well-cast reality show. Having to continually explain why our lives matter as if it’s not known that all lives do. When will America the beautiful see the beauty in all her citizens?

When will the blurred lines between just and unjust laws not be bias against persons of color?

When will we finally walk down that honorable road that culminates in equal justice for those victimized twice by the very system that is supposed to protect us? Dr. King reminds us that justice too long delayed is justice denied.

We’re not looking at signs of public separation, but the separation of the public is clearly a sign we still see. When will our reality allow all of us to join in the same conversation? When do we experience the change of equality and justice for all of us, rather than the whispers of silence we so often hear as our brothers, sons and children continue to be murdered because of what is deemed to be the privilege of the privileged?

We chase down the image of what the dream was supposed to be because we believe in the promises of what our forefathers said we could obtain. It is the quality, not the longevity, of our lives that is important. No longer can we sit by and watch anyone’s quality of life be diminished because of discrimination, segregation and injustice.

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere” must be at the forethought of every person.

How will you choose to make your life matter in the movement for civil rights, equality, justice and freedom? The life and legacy of Dr. King is a true representation that one person can make a difference. That legacy, and that promise, still belong to us.

New Beginnings!

  So often the best step to take is to put you first.  As the calendar have moved forward, now is the time for you to put your best foot forward. Begin by starting with improving yourself, loving yourself and supporting yourself to be the best version of you in 2022.